Dear B. L. T., pray take this hint: I shrink to see my name in print, The agate line—O please!—for me.

At fifty cents per agate line Kind editors will buy your verse; They'll make you swear that you resign All claims, for better or for worse.

There are fourteen agate lines in an inch.

Marble halls have been celebrated in song, but the furnished room we have with us always at three cents per agate line.